Liam leaned back. "I hope you are not going to ask me with something absurd like kill Draco."
Elly laughed. "Of course not."
She then looks at Liam, still somewhat gloomy.
Without warning, Elly's demeanor shifted from playful to serious as she launched a punch in Liam's direction.
Her movements were fluid—almost too quick to follow—but Liam's instincts kicked in.
He moved, sidestepping her strike, his own body tensing, ready for combat.
She grinned at his puzzled look. "Let's spar, but only with fists,"
Elly proposed. "And make sure you control your strength."
Liam glanced around the room. "We're near the target area. We can't afford to make a ruckus."
Elly lunged with a precise leg sweep aimed at Liam's head.
His reflexes were quick; his hand came up to block the strike, but the force behind Elly's attack was significant, sending him skidding backward, momentum threatening to slam him against the wall.
